Page 85 of Salty, Spiced, and a Little Bit Nice

I wanted him.

Even if it was just for tonight.

I moved the tiniest bit, my lips grazing his. Alec hissed out a sharp breath, and courage shot into my blood. “The last time we did this, you jumped off me like I was on fire and said something about promising someone.”

Both of his hands moved to cup my face, and he was slowly, gently, walking me back toward the bed. “Fuck the promise.”

The back of my legs hit the bed. “I think I’d rather you fuck me.”

The next thing I knew, his mouth crushed mine. He tasted like mint and champagne, and he was kissing me like his life depended on it, like the sky would fall and the world would come to an end if he dared to stop.

I fell back on the bed, pulling him with me. His hands slipped under my shirt, and in one swift movement, he undid my bra. His hands roamed free, touching, claiming, and caressing. His thumbs gently teased my nipples, sending exquisite shudders throughout my body. He took one of my breasts into his mouth and lavished attention on my nipple, licking and sucking it, before turning to the other. I let out a soft moan as his rigid outline pressed hard against my thighs.

Pulling off my jeans, he started to move down my body, planting kisses on my inner thighs. I shivered, my hands trembling as I disconnected and removed my pump, while he tugged on my panties, kissing his way to where I wanted him the most.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?”

Before I could answer, he pulled the flimsy fabric aside, and with one quick motion, sent my already soaked panties crumpling on the floor, then slid a finger inside. “Hundreds of times. Thousands, maybe. My imagination doesn’t do this justice.”

He began to stroke, and we both inhaled sharply as he gently added another finger and groaned, “Oh, fuck. You’re so wet.”

I didn’t have a response to that, because my brain had turned into mush, and all the air had been sucked out of my lungs. If I were to hazard a wild guess, this must be what it would feel like to die and go to heaven. But his torture didn’t end there. He bent down, adding his tongue along with his fingers, licking, feasting, and teasing, almost tipping me over the edge.

I sucked in a breath and hissed, “Alec. I’m close.”

Instead of answering, his tongue stroked deeper, his fingers moved in a frenzy, and I rolled my hips against them, riding him unashamedly. Before I knew it, I went over the edge, letting out a loud, shameless moan as the orgasm crashed through my body and I convulsed against him. His mouth traveled up my body and found my lips, while his fingers continued to tenderly work their magic.

My eyes were closed, and I was still trying to catch my breath when he tugged my top off. Two seconds later, it landed with a soft thud on the floor, on top of my jeans, my panties, and my bra. Then he went quiet.

“Alec?”

I opened my eyes and found him staring at my stomach, where I had little dots of scars from old pump sites. His eyes found mine again, and the look in them was almost enough to give me another orgasm. Without saying a word, he bent down to drop kisses on them, as his hands gently stroked my breasts.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, his tenderness threatening to break open the tear ducts in my eyes.Goddamn it, Ellie. Who the hell cries in the middle of sex?

His mouth crawled back up my body and closed around a nipple, and I sucked in a breath, as thoughts of tears and tenderness were immediately forgotten.

“This isn’t fair. Why the hell are you still fully clothed?” Myhands shot out, trying to unbuckle his belt. I fumbled with the buttons on his jeans, my hands trembling as I struggled to peel them off.

“Remind me to wear a pair with zippers next time.” Alec pulled away and took over, his impatient fingers shucking them off in just a few seconds.

I grinned at his words. “There’s going to be a next time?”

“Hell, yeah.” He kicked his jeans to the side, then leaned down to kiss me again, smiling against my lips. “More than once. Or twice. Or thrice. What’s four times?”

“You need to stop talking.” I reached inside his boxers, my fingers circling around his long, hard length, loving the feel of his hot skin in my hand. He groaned when I began to stroke him.

“And you need to slow down,” he breathed out, his voice hoarse. “I’m only human, Ellie. Not going to last too long if you keep that up.”

“I don’t understand the instructions.” I stroked him a little faster and rubbed his tip, drawing out the moisture. He let out a hiss, his head falling back and his breath quickening.

“Holy shit. Wait. Stop.”

Pulling away, he tugged his shirt off and pulled his boxers down. My eyes widened at the sight of him, sending shivers of anticipation throughout my body.

“Hey. My eyes are up here.”

I looked up at him, his face split in a sexy grin.

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